Guillermo couldn’t do anything but stand and stare as Laszlo and Nandor danced -- if it could even be called that -- atop the poorly put together stage. His arms were awkwardly at his sides, still reeling from the wildly out of touch and inappropriate speech they had given. Sadly, he came to the conclusion he was getting used to it.

“I need to find a new job,” he whispered inwardly, unable to tear his eyes away. It was like watching a train wreck. But worse.